stern necessity was laid on some one to cry put against the wickedness. If the strong ones were silent it might be because their experience had not been like her own.
Had not the weak things of this world been chosen to confound the strong? Was not Ho who had commissioned her for this work able to guide and sustain her through it? But then, perhaps he had not chosen her, and she was only the victim of her own delusions, the self-sent messenger on an errand dictated by the morbid sympathies flowing from her own sufferings. She would banish them forever from her mind, rise in the morning with a firm determination to harbor no more such irrational conclusions, and resume her daily task contented and cheerful.
The next morning was sure to bring a stronger conviction of her own duty, a greater restlessness under the self-imposed restrictions of it, and she submitted to what seemed to be the only alternative to decide the point. She must make the attempt, and the result would very soon show under whose leadership she acted; the mortification of a failure being no harder to be borne than present upbraidings of conscience, arising from resistance to this conviction.
Her resolution once formed she must confide it to some friend who would be willing to assist her, and she selected James Morgan. He did not give her the desired encouragement, but she was not disheartened. The idea struck him as a novel one, and coming from such a source he had serious doubts of its results in aid of the cause. Her design was to
